All leading here

Where think
sour men cheaply wrought
from mothers and there too,
I forgot, there too are sour women
who nurse the roads leading here
where think walking at dusk
men so sour the road itself curdles
into fathoms of dirt hot enough
to force an alcoholic’s bluff

I’d replace dirt with dust, but I’ve read the word dust more than twenty times in the last week.

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~ by Jeremy on June 20, 2009.

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